This charming man

A punctured bicycle
On a hillside desolate
Will nature make a man of me yet ?

When in this charming car
This charming man

Why pamper life’s complexity
When the leather runs smooth
On the passenger seat

I would go out tonight
But I haven’t got a stitch to wear
This man said “It’s gruesome that someone so handsome should care”

A jumped up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said “return the ring”
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things

I would go out tonight
But I haven’t got a stitch to wear
This man said “It’s gruesome that someone so handsome should care”
Na, na-na, na-na, na-na, this charming man …
Na, na-na, na-na, na-na, this charming man …

A jumped up pantry boy
Who never knew his place
He said “return the ring”
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things
He knows so much about these things

What difference does it make ?

All men have secrets and here is mine
So let it be known
For we have been through hell and high tide
I think I can rely on you …
And yet you start to recoil
Heavy words are so lightly thrown
But still I’d leap in front of a flying bullet for you
So, what difference does it make ?
So, what difference does it make ?
It makes none
But now you have gone
And you must be looking very old tonight

The devil will find work for idle hands to do
I stole and I lied, and why ?

Because you asked me to !
But now you make me feel so ashamed
Because I’ve only got two hands
Well, I’m still fond of you, oh-ho-oh

So, what difference does it make ?
Oh, what difference does it make ?
Oh, it makes none
But now you have gone
And your prejudice won’t keep you warm tonight

Oh, the devil will find work for idle hands to do
I stole, and then I lied
Just because you asked me to
But now you know the truth about me
You won’t see me anymore
Well, I’m still fond of you, oh-ho-oh

But no more apologies
No more, no more apologies
Oh, I’m too tired
I’m so sick and tired
And I’m feeling very sick and ill today
But I’m still fond of you, oh-ho-oh

William it was really nothing

The rain falls hard on a humdrum town
This town has dragged you down
Oh, the rain falls hard on a humdrum town
This town has dragged you down
Oh, no, and everybody’s got to live their life
And God knows I’ve got to live mine
God knows I’ve got to live mine
William, William it was really nothing
William, William it was really nothing
It was your life …

How can you stay with a fat girl who’ll say :
“Oh ! Would you like to marry me ?
“And if you like you can buy the ring”
She doesn’t care about anything
Would you like to marry me ?
And if you like you can buy the ring
I don’t dream about anyone – except myself !
Oh, William, William it was really nothing
William, William

That Joke Isn’t Funny Anymore

Park the car at the side of the road
You should know
Time’s tide will smother you
And I will too
When you laugh about people who feel so
Very lonely
Their only desire is to die
Well, I’m afraid
It doesn’t make me smile
I wish I could laugh

But that joke isn’t funny anymore
It’s too close to home
And it’s too near the bone
It’s too close to home
And it’s too near the bone
More than you’ll ever know …

Kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down
You kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down
You kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down
You kick them when they fall down
Kick them when they fall down

It was dark as I drove the point home
And on cold leather seats
Well, it suddenly struck me
I just might die with a smile on my
Face after all

I’ve seen this happen in other people’s
Lives
And now it’s happening in mine

I’ve seen this happen in other people’s
Lives
And now it’s happening in mine

I’ve seen this happen in other people’s
Lives
And now it’s happening in mine

I’ve seen this happen in other people’s
Lives
And now it’s happening in mine
Oh …

I’ve seen this happen in other people’s
Lives
Oh …
And now it’s happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine

I’ve seen this happen in other people’s
Lives
Oh …
And now, now, now it’s happening in mine
(I’ve seen this happen)
Happening in mine
Oh… now, now

I’ve seen this happen in other people’s
Lives
Oh …
And now it’s happening in mine
(Happen)
Happening in mine
Oh …
Happening in mine
Happening in mine
Happening in mine

I’ve seen this happen in other people’s
Lives
Oh …
And now, now, now it’s happening in mine
Happening in mine
Mine, mine
Happening in mine

The boy with the thorn in his side

The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A murderous desire for love
How can they look into my eyes
And still they don’t believe me ?
How can they hear me say those words
Still they don’t believe me ?
And if they don’t believe me now
Will they ever believe me ?
And if they don’t believe me now
Will they ever, they ever, believe me ?
Oh …

The boy with the thorn in his side
Behind the hatred there lies
A plundering desire for love
How can they see the Love in our eyes
And still they don’t believe us ?

And after all this time
They don’t want to believe us
And if they don’t believe us now
Will they ever believe us ?
And when you want to Live
How do you start ?
Where do you go ?
Who do you need to know ?